if you find the connections

they you may find me, though this blog was not meant to connect with the written gardens nearly as much as others did and yet, as it finds it's place and voice, perhaps the paths will lay themselves out without planning as it happens in the gardens when they grow naturally... alone again, too... naturally, that is... let my people go, and all that... what i mean is, what i want is, what i need is, love, love love (happy birthday john), love is all we need... unless, of course, you don't want to share the greatest feeling life can offer, in which case, all you need is food and water and protection from the elements and predators to survive... of, and air, are without be helpful... unless you don't care if you survive, in which case you don't need much (but i know i love you)... basically, this is also a distraction from the madness of loneliness and despair that can come from it when sharing is what is wanted... for me, at least, when i want to share, that is...

for the bored and the caring, the words sigh...

and narf too...